I wanted to finally talk about my uncle who passed away on September 13, 2008, after being in the hospital (for over 5 months.) He went in for what was supposed to be a normal routine operation, and become a long story, and sadly he never really made it at the end. He truly put up a fight for it, and I spent the past five months visiting him daily in the hospital, and coaching and cheering him on. I never saw someone fight so hard as Uncle Bobby did.

It is really weird that he is gone, but I still do feel his presence, and have even had two dreams with him appearing and speaking really crystal clear. It’s a bit creepy, but it is comforting to know he is still present.

Labor Day weekend I moved in with my grandmother. My uncle lived with her. I didn’t move in to take care of her, just pick up where my uncle left off. I know he would have wanted it, and he did thank me for it in the dream that I had. Ma and I watch each other and try to live life to the fullest.

While my uncle was in the hospital, we also too bonded closer together. Never in my life had I had a bad experience with him, nor did I have anything negative to say about him. I have nothing but the nicest of memories of him, and I am glad I had the opportunity to meet him.

Prior to where he was living, he lived with my family. So for about 6 years he lived with us, and was truly involved in the family. As my father put it, he became a second father to my bother, sister, and I.

My uncle was cremated, and his remains are with his mother on a nice shelf with all of his teddy bears. I see him every morning, and ask him to watch Ma and take care of her until I get home. I call my grandmother Ma, and we have done so ever since we were little.

Even Ma feels comfort in knowing that Bobby is back home, safe, and with the family. No more hospitals, torture, just pain free and living in peace.

Personally it has been weird for me trying to get back to normal life. I was so used to going to the hospital and visiting him on a daily basis, and now I don’t have to go there anymore. These past weeks have been the first time things are really back to normal, and it has been difficult. I know that Uncle Bobby is pushing me to go out again and socialize with the world, just as I used to.

Thanks Uncle Bobby for everything that you did for me. I know you have more surprises for me. I don’t know when or where they will come, but I know you are present in my life and you are welcomed to stay on for the ride.